Look into the chaotic and frankly alarming mind of a 19 year old writer.
Just don't look too closely.
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I am a 17 year old student at Sixth Form. For those who don't know what this is, just imagine going to school for an extra two years after you leave. Like college, but not. Simple!
I live in Derby, UK.
I want to be a writer, so tell me what you think by E-mailing me.
Plus, get in contact! "Tag" a message onto the board.
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Saturday, April 05, 2003
Today is Saturday, so I've been as active as I always am on the weekend. When I awoke at about 10:30, I had the most crippling headache I can remember. Should you be wondering, I would like to confirm that I had not touched any alcohol the night before, so that wasn’t the problem. To deal with this, I did what I am sure anyone would do in such a situation: watch ancient Friends episodes for an hour. If you aren’t familiar with this sitcom, it is actually rather funny. If I sound surprised, then I suppose that’s a slip of the keyboard, because I've been watching the thing for years now. The episodes that I saw were from the early days when the budget wouldn’t have afforded the alleged million dollars per episode that each of the “friends” earn these days, but it was still very amusing. Mind you, considering the state I was in, I could have even found the Saturday Show on BBC funny.
If you haven’t noticed yet, I've finally got some gadgets on my site to make things more sophisticated. On the left margin, in the third section down you’ll find a counter that shows how many people have accessed the site as of today. There is also a guestbook, which I encourage all of you to sign – whatever your opinion of my writing. I can't wait to hear from you all. I've also added a forum, in case I write anything particularly controversial that you all want to debate. Just keep it related to the blog!
Today I also got the local paper, as I usually do, with the main intention of seeing if the short story competition has been judged. I entered it the day before the deadline, which was mid December last year, and they still haven’t announced the winner. This annoys me. I don’t know why, because I have no idea local competitions should take to judge. I am tempted to say that, with my story in it, it shouldn’t take five minutes to choose a winner. But I won't. I'm modest!
It’s that time again! Another I’m reading War and Peace update! Today, a concerted effort was made to reach the 1000 page mark. In terms of the story itself, the 1000 page mark is about as great a landmark as, say, the Millennium Dome. However, it is nice to say that you’ve read more than 1000 pages of a book, for some sad reason. For those of you who are taking notes, this takes me to the end of Chapter 9 of Part 3 of Book 3 of the novel. I am in the second volume out of two.
More I’m reading War and Peace soon!
It was another fun-filled football day today. Or not, if you’re an Ipswich fan, like myself. The ‘Tractor Boys’, as they are called (for no obvious reason) lost 3-4 to Nottingham Forest. Darn it. The good thing is that local rivals Norwich also lost, but that hardly makes up for it. By the way, I know that unless you live in England and enjoy football you are not going to be interested in Division 1 football results. However, I feel like winging. Just for a change.
If you are feeling that my writing is below par today, then I might be able to explain that. For some reason I feel really tired. Despite getting up so late. Humblest apologies for any drop in quality.
Staying with sports, I am looking forward to the Grand Prix tomorrow, from Brazil. The new rules seem to have made it a more open affair, and thus more entertaining. I don’t want any injuries of course, but if there could be a large crash at some point then I’ll not complain. Especially if it involves Michael Schumacher…
A couple of hours ago, my Dad and brother were watching a nostalgia programme about the long lost, ancient time of the Nineties. Yes, television companies really are that desperate. There were the usual people that no-one’s heard of talking about recent, and in some cases current, subjects as if they were casting their minds back sixty years. A case in point is Lara Croft, the not exactly realistically proportioned star of the Tomb Raider games series. The film of the game was released last year, I think, and a new game is still planned, I think. Whatever the case, this is certainly no subject for nostalgia. Thus, they moved on to a not unrelated topic – bras. The most interesting thing that I discovered here was that the managing director of the leading bra-maker is in fact a man. Details about how the wonder bra works were given. How a man becomes the head of the women’s underwear industry was not. I suppose that will be next week.
I had to laugh the other day when I saw the current UK chart listings. In at number 13 or so is Blue’s latest release, called U Make Me Wanna (write your own comedy ending). I’m afraid that’s just too easy to make jokes from.
As you may know, I am a fan of the wonderful Chris Moyles Show, on BBC Radio 1. Yesterday “Greyhead” the producer read some jokes, and I feel it is my duty to convey some of them to you.
My wife and I share the same sense of humour. We have to – she doesn’t have one!!
I was at the Doctor’s the other day, and he told me I’d live to sixty. “But I am sixty,” I replied. “What did I tell you?” said the doctor.
That’s enough pain for one day.
And that, I feel, is enough of me for one day.
Seeya soon.
SIMARK
8:41 PM
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